Sorry it took me so long. I lost interest in the story then couldn't figure out how to finish it.
Derek Skype Erica with information to send money, they were originally going to send money to a Walgreens or Walmart but Alfred refused. He said that they could have some cash to get to the airport or to a car rental place. Derek didn't like owing people so he had Erica send money to the Wayne Manor. Erica raised an eyebrow at the address but Derek ignored it. Now with the little they had packed into one bag, the boys were almost ready to go. Alfred insisted to feed them one more time before the cab got to the house. Alfred offered to drive them but Derek refused, saying that he already did too much for them. Alfred even tried to ask Stiles knowing that if he got Stiles to say yes then Derek would come around but Derek glared at Stiles till he said no. Alfred was impervious to the glare, he did raise Bruce. There was minimal conversation at the dinner table, it was mostly Stiles rambling Derek and Alfred nodding occasionally.
The cab company called telling Alfred that they sent a car to the manor and it should arrive in about 20 minutes. The boys made gave thanks to Alfred and to leave thanks with Bruce when he returned or whatever for the hospitality. They were in the foyer when they saw lights through the bay window, so they started to head outside. It finally stopped raining, but Alfred gave them an umbrella all the same. Derek was not use to strangers being so nice but he wouldn't argue not after last time. Alfred gave Derek clothes but when he packed him a few extra outfits until he bought some Derek threw a fit. Or well what Stiles called a fit. Derek was so reluctant to take the clothes he tried to glare Alfred down. Of course that didn't work; Alfred simply put the bag in Derek's hand and smacked him upside the head. Derek was shocked and Stiles couldn't stop laughing. Not wanting to give Stiles anymore black mail to tell Erica, Derek took every gift Alfred gave him.
When the boys were outside, except Alfred the phone rang, Derek noticed the smell of smoke. He was about to pass it off but it was coming closer, that's when he say it. The cab had a flaming hood and coming right towards them. Derek shoved Stiles out of the way and into the bushes as the cab went right throw the bay window. Crashing through the window was the final straw and set the car fully a blaze. Stiles a little scraped up because of the twigs but he was fine and talking, "what the hell, hey Derek you ok?" Getting over his shock Derek walked over to Stiles to make sure he was ok and replied, "Yeah I'm fine." They stared at the path the flaming car took and they saw a sight that was not unfamiliar to them. In the distance there was a mass of screaming and something coming towards them. Stiles craned his neck to see but it was too dark out, he asked, "what the hell is that?"
Derek even with his eyesight couldn't see much, "I have no idea." Then all of a sudden there was another explosion and a scream, but this time the scream was closer. Both Derek and Stiles spun around, Stiles said, "shit Alfred." With that Stiles ran into the burning living room of Wayne Manor with Derek on his heels. The living room was a mess; a burning cab was in the middle with glass, wood, and cement on it. The three bookshelves and the television were on the floor from the force of the cab hitting the exterior wall. The fire spread to the walls and one couch was on fire. Alfred was nowhere to be seen in the mess, until they heard a moan. Stiles ran over to the far book case that fell and looked under. "Shit Alfred, Derek help he's stuck and I see blood," Stiles said while trying to lift the 7 foot book shelf off of the slowly losing conscious butler.
Derek ran over to Stiles and lifted the book shelf off then threw it across the room for it to shatter in a million pieces, unintentionally giving fuel for the fire. Derek lifted Alfred off the ground when Stiles screamed and collapsed. Derek growled and looked at his mate, Stiles' shoulder was bleeding. Straightened back up Stiles looked at his shoulder there was a hole and it was seriously bleeding. Derek was about to put Alfred down when another scream was heard but it was farther away. Both Stiles and Derek looked out the use to be window and say people, lots of people with weapons. Some of them had torches, others had bats/swords, and they were all coming towards them. One of the guys threw a flaming ball of something into the bush setting it ablaze. "Shit, Shit what the hell, I thought use going on vacation we would get away from the crazy, 'something zoomed past Stiles and hit the wall behind him. "Holy mother of god, there shooting at us, Derek their shooting bullets at us, WHAT THE FUCK," Stiles said while trying to help Derek maneuver a barely conscious Alfred. The mention of bullets must have struck a nerve with Alfred because he started speaking, "the grandfather clock in near the hall way." While trying to get behind the bullet proof werewolf, Stiles said, "what, I don't understand. Derek he isn't making sense we have to do something." At that Derek spun around growling, "what the fuck you want me to do I mean really Stiles, we have a burning house and people getting closer with gun. What the fuck you want me to do." Derek gets mouthy in dangerous situations. Stiles was just about to yell again but Alfred cut in, "the grandfather clock, go there NOW." Derek and Stiles looked at each other and shrugged. They started to walk around the debris but the shooting continued and a few of people were in the house.
With his shoulder hit Derek shoved Alfred into his mate's hands, "Stiles take him I have to take the gunman out." Stiles was about to say something along the lines of he couldn't it would be safer if Derek did it but then a shot rang out again and that made up his mind. Now Alfred wasn't heavy by any means but with a busted shoulder was hard. Stiles almost fell face first a couple of time but he regained his balance at the last second. Derek on the other hand was trying to take the gunner down while getting shot in the process because f' his life there were two of them. Derek had enough he got hit 4 times, punched 3 times and was getting yelled at in a foreign language, he shifted.
Stiles just made it to the grandfather clock while dodging bullets, Derek finally took them out. He got the clock and looked at the unconscious man in his arms; he didn't know what to do. Derek was fighting like 30 people while the other 15 were coming his way. Stiles shook Alfred a little forcefully but he at least gained conscious, when Stiles yelled "Alfred wake up dude, I need your help I don't know what to do." Alfred opened his eyes they were still fuzzy but he must of realized what was going on he said, "open the door, move the pendulum over," he coughed "then type in 846627," he said then passed out. Stiles got the pendulum moved then typed in the code but nothing happened, he tried again still nothing. Stiles started to panic he looked turned around just in time, a guy with some weird ass clown makeup swing a bat at his head. Stiles' instinct kicked in he brought his right arm up, the bat connected with his forearm cracking it (his arm sadly not the bat). Screaming in pain Stiles dropped to the ground but before the guy could get another hit in Stiles swung his feet out and caught the guy in the knees. With a thud the weird ass clown was on the ground but before he could get up Stiles took the bat and wacked him in the head knocking him out. Stiles knows how to use a bat, Derek taught him a few things.
Stiles crawled over to Alfred who was knocked out of his hands when the guy attacked. "Hey come on dude the code didn't work," Stiles tried to wake him again but it didn't work. When Stiles looked at the living room again he say Derek in wolf form taking on another round of weird ass clowns but he wasn't fairing so well. Most of the guys that were after Stiles turned back and went for Derek sensing he was the main threat. Stiles climbed back to his feet moved the pendulum again and tried the code again. When it didn't work he punched the thing, still nothing happened. "Oh come on you motherfucker work dammit," he tried the code one more time and the book shelf near the clock moved to reveal a passage way. Sighing Stiles carefully and painfully (he still had a cracked rib, and fractured wrist) picked up the unconscious man wobbled over to the door. He whistled for Derek, when Derek was done with his lasted victim he hobbled over to the two men. With his wolf by his side and angry clowns at his back Stiles descended into the unknown.